It won't.
Margaret knew that after so many years, nothing could be undone. But …
"It might not, madam. But taking the blame for something that you haven't done will also not change a thing," Margaret insisted, looking at Brenda dissatisfied. "Do you think if Arwen were to come to know about it, she would believe it?"
They might not know how Arwen would react to everything.
But Margaret was very sure of one thing —Arwen would never believe that her Granna would do anything that would put her in danger. Because she actually would never.
"To you, Arwen had always been precious, madam. And you would never do anything that would put her in danger. Arwen knows this very well," Margaret said. Shaking her head, she added more confidently. "No matter what you say, she would never believe that it was you behind it."
Brenda listened to Margaret and didn't say anything to refute it.
Her lack of response like that only made Margaret sigh. She didn't continue any further.
Only when she stopped did Brenda say, "This must be the last box." Her eyes drifted to look at the box of chocolate Aiden had earlier placed on her bedside table. It still had two units left. "Given that it's almost finished, we don't have to worry."
Margaret's gaze darted to look at the box. Her brows furrowed, but she nodded to her, assuring, "Still, I will ask the doctors about it."
Brenda nodded, letting her eyes linger on the box for a second longer.
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Meanwhile, in Davies' Internationals —
Arwen sat behind her desk as she stared at the box of chocolate in front of her. Her gaze remained narrowed a little at it as if she was trying to decipher something that she couldn't quite understand.
Aiden seemed pretty normal in the morning when he brought her this box of chocolates. But then there seemed to be something different in his attitude that she couldn't quite place a finger on.
It was subtle, but she saw it clearly. The way his fingers were clenching on the frame of the box, he looked like he was trying to restrain some emotion inside —emotion that flares with a kind of fury.
But then what could make him so furious?
A simple box of chocolate?
She shook her head at the thought. It couldn't be.
She was thinking when a knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Blinking, she gazed at the partially transparent glass door where Mia stood waiting for permission.
Nodding to her, she said, "Come in." And the secretary pushed the door open before stepping inside.
"Madam," Mia greeted politely, but there was a hesitation evident in her expression. S~eaʀᴄh the NovelZone.fun website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
When Arwen noticed it, she asked, "What happened? Is everything fine?" Her gaze darted to look at her hand, which was holding a red invitation card. "What is that?"
Mia looked down at the invitation card, and the furrow between her brows deepened. "Ma'am, this …"
Arwen didn't wait for her to finish. She simply extended her hand out, spreading it to her. "Give me." Since she had brought it to her, it was clear that the invite had come for her.
Although reluctant, Mia handed over the invite to her. If it had been within her capability and authority, she would never have passed it to Arwen. But she was merely a secretary, and it was part of her duty to forward invitations and correspondence received in the boss's name.
"Ma'am, should we refuse?" Mia asked before Arwen could even see what the invitation was all about.
Her brows arched up when she heard how quick her secretary was to decide that. She glanced at her and let her brows squint a little. "You want me to refuse it straightaway. It seems either you don't like the organiser or the event itself."
She smiled and then shook her head. "Let me at least see what it is about, and then we will decide." With that said, Arwen glanced down at the card.
She was holding the wrong side, so the very first glance didn't give her any idea.
Turning it over, when she checked, she halted.
The name of the Quinns on top of it made her pause.
But anyway, keeping her nonchalance, she opened it to retrieve the card from inside.
And just as she had expected, she wasn't surprised at all.
It was just what she thought it was.
How could it not be? After all, Catrin Quinn no longer holds the ability to surprise her.
Her eyes scanned the card, and it read —
Quinns invite you to the introduction ceremony of Emily Quinn —the next-to-be heiress and the adopted daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Quinn.
She was aware that this was going to happen since Catrin had already announced it. But even if she hadn't, this invitation coming to her would have surprised her.
Mia watched Arwen staring at the invitation card. She tried to look at her and read her expression.
But she couldn't.
Arwen's expression was so unreadable that she couldn't even guess what the woman was thinking at the moment.
When she got the card to bring to Arwen, she felt pained on her behalf. After all, she had witnessed her suffering in her hands of her mother, and she was sure that this invitation was further going to add to it.
Arwen had only been nice to her. How could Mia not feel her pain?
However, seeing her now, she didn't know how to feel. Arwen's expression was too calm —something she hadn't expected.
Her gaze was fixed on the card, but she couldn't tell for sure if —she was just reading the details mentioned there or was she thinking about something else?
When the silence became too heavy, Mia couldn't hold herself from asking, "Ma'am, should I refuse them on your behalf?"
Arwen didn't respond immediately. She kept her gaze on the card for a moment longer before shaking her head.
"Why should we?"
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